It Hurts So Much

She was lost in her own world, surrouned by the image sof Bronze on moment, only to swirl into a different direction and be surrounded ocne again but by the bloody images of her brother in his finaly moments of life. Her body shook, a soft whine escaping her lips. The images kept appearing, kept tormenting her. They only went away when somebody showed up, a voice calling her name, followed by somehting touching her nose and whining softly.

She did not realize who the wolf was ta first, her head lifting up, paws slipping off her face, head pulling back as she tried to figure out who this wolf was. After a few seconds it finally clicked, this wolf, it was Pontifex! Her eyes went wide, watering as he asked her what was wrong. How could she tell him about their brother? How would he react?

Before she even realized it the shewolf had thrown herself at her brother, burying her face into his neck, small and severly thin body pressing into his. Something terrible has happened Pontifex! She whined, forelegs coming up and wrapping around him, trying to hold him, didn't want him to slip from her life too. She didn't want to lose the only family she had left.




"action.
talk.
think.
you."